Well it’s March so it must be time again to condemn. Here’s a 35th open condemnation thread. What’s getting up your goat this year so far? Which evil political, cultural, social, musical, religious, and other phenomena need condemnation? (Or loud denunciation?)
You can condemn anything you like except Deborah Conway.
I condemn the heavy metal freak next door to my flat who has a terrible voice and composes woeful music on an electric piano.
Sorry, I condemn Deborah Conway for not releasing an album since 2004
i condemn myself for not thinking of my new favorite word, recombobulation, myself. instead hearing it on a abc newsradio wordwatch segment.
i am going to go now and recombobulate myself while i have a moments quiet. it may involve stout.
I condemn shameless plugs.
RocKwiz Salutes The Bowl was a huge success with 10,000 people at The Myer Music Bowl to witness a spectacular night’s entertainment. This special double-episode will be broadcast on Saturday March 7 at 9.20pm and will bring to a close our sixth series.
I condemn the congenital idiot who deliberately tried to run me over yesterday morning while cycling through a normally quiet roundabout. I condemn myself for chasing this stupid bastard for a block and then yelling obscenities at him while he smugly sat grinning in his cage, holding his A-pillar and blaming it as a blind spot.
I condemn the increasingly stupid media beatups of cyclists as a plague on normal society that reinforce this idiots idea that we are some kind of fun target.
I condemn Nancy Pelosi for thinking the general public would be interested in knowing she showed Pope Benedict her 50 year old happy-snaps, but not interested in knowing what the Pope had actually said to her.
http://www.catholic.org/politics/story.php?id=32203
I condemn our next door neighbour who feels its his role to comment on the placement of our bins for collection.
They’re not outside your house, they’re not on your property, they’re not blocking your way, so sod off!
from a nearby condemn thread:
An elderly relative died recently. We cancelled their AUSTAR pay TV. We received a letter from Austar. Instead of being addressed to “Mrs XXX YYY” it was adressed to “Mrs In The Esate Of XXX YYY” and began
“Dear In The Estate Of XXX
We are sorry to hear that you’ve disconnected from AUSTAR and hope you will enjoy our services again in the near future.”
*******************
I condemn AUSTAR; ‘congenital doesn’t do this justice.
I condemn noisy musical instrument users who live/visit next door to me who are incapable of realising they’re not God’s gift to music.
I condemn myself for allowing this particular moron to stress me out.
I condemn the recent meteorite that nearly hit the esrth that scared the shit out of me. If a large rock is gonna dump on me I’d rather not know. Global warming is bad enough, thank you.
I condemn Austar also. In fact I condemn all pay TV. WHY SHOULD WE PAY FOR SHIT!
I condemn Austar’s insensitivity to bereaved families. I was shocked when I read this on the other thread and I’m still shocked.
Astounding and insensitive indeed Paul.
But you can see how it could happen. They have a standard letter they send to everyone who cancels a subscription. Some officeworker decides to amend it slightly: just in the address and the greeting. At least the officeworker understood it was an ESTATE and not a living person they were sending the letter to.
Credit where credit’s due
Nothing to fear, Paul Burns.
If one of our little babies were inconsiderate enough to land on you, we can assure you it would happen without warning. Even with atmospheric drag, they land at very high speed.
BUT the chances of it happening are far far lower than the probability that your talentless neighbour will obtain a recording contract and fabulous wealth and move to a mansion out of earshot.
Practically zero.
AUSTARnded
I doubt it was an office worker who amended the letter to read “the estate of”. It was more likely a program, specced by someone too clueless to realise that the body text should change in that instance. Perfectly doable!
I’ve seen some very funny things go wrong with those kind of humongous mailmerges from the other side of the fence. I condemn them when they go wrong!
I condemn people (not on LP) who expect me to confront my talentless neighbour when I’ve really got the shits and am likely to abuse him roundly. Which would then put me in a similarly bad position.
I condemn the exceedingly slow rate of my research. Its driving me bonkers. I think I’m going to have to buy cigarettes later tonight or early tomorrow morning. I’m becoming a cranky old shit. (Not that I mind, so long as it doesn’t impact on anyone else.
I condemn myself for not timing how long I’ve boiled the sphagetti while I’ve been typing this.
I condemn myself for not knowing the difference between an asteroid and a meteor.
Paul, go by some smokes dude. Relax.
Tonight we made the grievous error of screening the preposterous, irritating movie “In Bruges”.
What a weak, watery, diarrhea-squirt of a movie. I roundly condemn it. I also condemn the total wastage of the erstwhile-marvelous Brendan Gleeson in the course of producing such a grievous load.
Man, I thought crappy anemic imitations of Tarantino had been over with for going on ten years now. (Hell, even Tarantino barely does them any more.) To say nothing of sucky, pointless imitations of the loud annoying bald guy from Sexy Beast. Note to film idiots: it was Ian McShane who saved Sexy Beast from terminal stupidity, not Gandhi-guy.
Colin What’s-his-name couldn’t save Alexander the Great from being a mound of offal, and now he can’t save this twee, artsy mouse-turd neither. So at least we know what he’s good for.
BONUS ROUND: Colin Farrell’s character gets to prove what an ace he is, by summarily disarming a spindly Eurotrash villain. Good grief. If the average American nine-year-old girl couldn’t handily disarm a grown European in a blink, we’d exile the runt to Canada. Which explains a few things.
Dont take Bruges so seriously jpz. Its not all about the violence. Relax, go with the flow, and its funny, even touching in parts (Tarantino doesn’t do that!). The dwarf was a hoot. And the ending was clever, funny, and very english. But then, maybe its true that americans just don’t get the english sense of humour.
Oh, and I condemn Kevin Rudd for stalling on paid maternity leave. How gutless.
I condemn the evil unsociability Microsoft Vista Bootloader binary config (and it will probably even be worse in Windows7).
Give me something much GRUBbier
I condemn myself for not being able to give up smoking.Again. (Casey, will buy some tomorrow morning – hopefully I’ll be drowsy enough to crash out after The Movie Show)
Paul mate, before I get time to recover from your initial ‘condemn’. The young fella (15) next door is mildly autistic and has just got his first full drum set.
While a trifle repetitious and LOUD…eh? Did I tell you he was a bit LOUD…at least I know he’s home from school and it’s that time of the day. Music soothes the savage breast. Not to mention the ravaged head. And he’s got some ability.
But what I really wanted to condemn is all those condiments that they sell in jars which they remind you in BOLD type should be refrigerated once opened. God I’ve got a fridge full of jars going nowhere.
I condemn the ABC for the appallingly biased and lazy lead story on the 7pm News regarding the economy.
I further condemn the ABC for not putting Chris Toolman in a sack with a couple of anvils and dropping him in Sydney Harbour.
I condemn j_p_z for not getting In Bruges. I haven’t laughed so much in a movie since…I don’t know, The Life of Brian or Woody Allen back when he used to make movies worth watching.
Come to think of it I also condemn Woody Allen for failing to realise he hasn’t got any talent left any more.
I condemn Freedom Furniture. The complexity of putting together the Potter 4 Drawer Children’s Dresser has taken up a whole day and its still only half done. And then there is the wardrobe to go with it. No wonder it was reduced in price.
Actually, I condemn the wholesale disappearance of domestic furniture manufacturing that forces this absurd situation onto us. I did badly at woodwork and metalwork, and studied history and languages for a reason.
I condemn The Intellectual Bogan for liking Chris Ulhmann to a tool. This is an insult to tools everywhere. At least tools have a worthwhile function, wheras Ulhmann is a complete waste of space.
I condemn Terry for not having mastered the essential manly skill of Putting Stuff Together. If a 4 drawer dresser has defeated him, how in the hell is he going to erect his child’s first swing set?
“If the average American nine-year-old girl couldn’t handily disarm a grown European in a blink, we’d exile the runt to Canada. ”
Nice bit of strutting Mick. But Tarantino?, child please.
Paul burns @ 14
Occupational hazard of being a lefty I’m afraid. Come over to the dark side and you’ll be much happier.
I condemn economist think tankers who keep on bringing up the Smoot-Hawley Tariff Act as the reason the Great Depression was so…great.
I condemn condemning. When was the last time we had a chance to praise what is grand in our lives?
Btw, if I condemn condemning do I need to condemn myself for condemning those that condemn?
I condemn the Australian Womens Weekly (March issue – available in newsagencies in February) for crassly publishing an ‘Anna 4 Qld’ booklet insert inside the back cover, thus giving her political opponents even more ammunition to claim that her party’s February cri de coeur that she would run full term may just have been a porkie. We all know Anna and her chums would not fib, ergo it must have been the AWW’s fault.
I condemn the oncoming traffic this morning for seeming to be faster than they actually were when I was waiting to do a u-turn. There was a gap for me to turn but it was bit tight so I didn’t take it. Then when I counted out the seconds I became aware I would have had in fact plenty of time to go and the car behind me rightfully gave me a toot for my tardiness. I hate when that happens.
Excellent point. I approve of condemning, but also of the opposite, and therefore propose that an occasional open Raindrops on Roses and Whiskers on Kittens thread (or similar) be added to this regular opportunity for condemnation.
I’ll start:
coffee
harmonising
tortoiseshell cats
lemon trees that bounce back after 47-degree days
Tex Perkins
I second shaun and la Pavlova
coffee
grandchildren
citrus trees generally
books
Wolfgang Amadeus
that’s just a start but enough to be going on with
I’ll take two of yours and add two of mine.
Tex Perkins
coffee
rain
whippets.
I’m lving with two of the latter at the moment and it’s like hanging out with a pair of miniature dragons. They’re so charming. But because it’s raining, they won’t go out for a pee and I’m getting worried about their bladders.
OTOH, I condemn deadlines.
I condemn the word “doable”.
Old Scotch whisky and old Japanese motorcycles, but not at the same time.
In the “Raindrops on Roses” category, I nominate the sort of hostelries/accommodation places that answer email queries with “we’re sorry, but we’re fully booked on those dates — but feel free to drop in and say ‘hello’ to us anyway when you’re here.”
I condemn “going forward” and “closure”.
They never stop. They just keep saying both.
Will they ever realise it is driving me round the twist?
Raindrops on roses category:
Stout
Merlot
Neko Case
Thai beef salad
Julia Gillard
Italian bicycle parts (only the shiny ones though)
American V8 engines (in moderation)
Clavicles
Joe, if you are unhappy about proceeding in a twisterly direction, you ought to be going forward, obvs.
Agreed joe2, along with ‘less’ when ‘fewer’ is the correct word, and the widespread overuse of ‘like’, not so much by teenage girls, but by our beloved media.
And while I’m at it, the use of ‘absolutely’ instead of ‘yes’.
And being exhorted to ‘enjoy’ whatever it is the waiter has just delivered to your table, even if it is just a cup of coffee.
Adrian, I don’t mind being exhorted to ‘Enjoy’ (well, not much) but if one more person says ‘Not a problem’ to me in response to ‘Thank you’, I won’t be answerable for my actions.
If you’re going ’round the twist, then you must be going off on a tangent instead of going forward.
I like “enjoy” too, but prefer “que aproveche”, which is much the same thing.
Absolutely PC, there should be less people moving forward with that, like, exhortation.
terangeree, adrian, P’s C, Needing closure,
“When the word grates,
When the fool speaks,
And I’m feeling sad,
I simply remember my favourite things
Including Eric Blair”
http://www.mtholyoke.edu/acad/intrel/orwell46.htm
“Old Scotch whisky”
You mean for a yea not a nay right?
I got a windfall hundred bucks the other day and splurged on some 10yo Laphroaig Quarter Cask.
Wow.
Seriously good stuff. And at 48% vol, seriously incompatible with motorcycles of any vintage or country of origin.
I’ll take that recommendation with a block of ice, FDB.
And carry it home on a ’69 Honda CB750, if only in my imagination.
And, eventually, those on a tangent will meet with those who are going forward. The result will be satisfactory for those who need “closure”.
#50 Heh! I was enjoying my coffee ’til I read that.
I condemn the rain for coming when my water tank has arrived, but not been connected to the drainpipes yet. After this bloody long you’d think it could wait a day.
Pavlov @ 44. Give ‘em a fucking problem I say.
Caroline!!
A “fucking” problem??? How about just starting with a
kisscustomer-conversation-problem?Progress to the unstaisfactory-intercourse later, only if strictly necessary or medically mandated
I condemn having a Saturn semi-square Neptune in my horoscope which apparently means I have little or no musical appreciation. Trouble is, I was born with it.
I used to condemn having a Moon in Scorpio though that turns into a decided advantage as one gets older. So astrologers told me years ago.
OTOH, non-condemns:
Books, books, books.
Black coffee withgout sugar
Good movies.
Blogging – sort of. You can waste a lot of time.
red roses.
Camping in the bush, especially at night,then waking with the birds as the sun comes up.Billy tea. The smell of gum leaves in the morning.
Greek cuisine, Japanese cuisine, Lebanese cuisine, oh, hell, food, glorious food.
The eighteenth century. The Enlightenment.
Southern Comfort, Drambuie, Russian vodka, Ouzo, Benedictine, Coopers.
Socialism.
Very good, very expensive cigars.
The company of women.
Long, hot bubble baths.
Whippets (true, they won’t go outside in the rain);chihuahuas, (they won’t go outside in the cold).
Siamese cats.
Doonas in winter.
This could go on forever.
Ok, I condemn Melbourne Airport for every single international arrival this morning landing an hour later than scheduled.
No doubt there was some legitimate excuse proffered, but I had so long to stand and think about nonsense after almost no sleep, I reckon I figured out their global scam.
Say these days every plane lands, on average, a 1/2 hour late. 1/2 an hour extra short-term parking costs an extra $12. 10,000 cars a day is an extra $120,000. 365 days a year is an extra $44 million in parking revenue! Ay?
Nick – they leave half an hour late too, so assuming that at least sometimes the person dropping the passenger off stays around for a coffee and a chat, it’s even more.
2 1/2 hour staff meetings
I condemn drivers who despite being in the same slow queue as yourself do the following:
- Sit one micron behind your bumper bar, screaming abuse at you (presumably for having the cheek to be on their road)
- Swing out from behind you into a lane they don’t really want then cut back in front of you (thus saving a billionth of a second on their journey)
- Toot (presumably with the strange hope that you’ll drive into the car in front of you and block traffic for an hour or two)
- Look affronted while you’re smashing their stupid heads to pulp with a baseball bat.
Jenny, lean around on the seat of your motorcycle and wave a whisky bottle at them.
Works every time.
Yes Jenny, there is a plague of these creatures in Sydney at the moment. The level of intelligence on display is often inversely proportionate to the size of their vehicle.
Sydney? Good heavens, I was taking it for granted that Jenny was in Adelaide. Worst, rudest, most inconsiderate, incompetent and thoughtless drivers on the planet (and that from me what loves the place as a general rule, but learned to drive in Melbourne). Round these parts, we have our own special rules:
– All road signs, especially the speed limit signs, are just polite suggestions.
– If someone ahead of you in the next lane indicates that they wish to move into your lane, you must speed up at once so that they cannot get in.
– If some poor unfortunate who needs to change lanes does so in front of you at any distance less than three car lengths, you call it ‘cutting you off’ and proceed to beep, swear at and tailgate the offender.
– Amber means green.
– So does red.
– A green light means ‘Oh. There’s a green light. Gosh, that means Go. I suppose I’d better put my foot on the clutch, put the car in first gear, and put my foot on the accelerator. But I’ll just have a good look round first.’ But it only means this if you are the lead car at the lights.
– You must always travel at anywhere between 5-50 k’s over the speed limit in order to make up for the time you waste at the green lights.
– The narrow, hilly, winding road to Victor Harbor, fetchingly decorated with red and black road markers, little white crosses and roadside shrines, is there so you can see how fast your car will go, particularly when overtaking blind on a bend.
– An indicator light means ‘I have just moved over into your lane in front of you.’
– When you get fined for any traffic infringement whatever, it’s only because of nefarious revenue-raising practices and is no reflection whatever on your driving.
I condemn them all.
Pavlov’s Cat wrote:
Here I was thinking they were all in Armidale. Some local rules:
You must not drive more than 500m without throwing a glass container onto the side of the road, making a pretty, smashy sound.
Any road user in a vehicle smaller than yours must be shoved into the kerb or tailgated.
Bicycle riders are sub human and must be crushed under your wheels.
A roundabout has no rules – stop if you want, go through whenever you like, especially if you can pull out on another driver causing a collision.
The two sets of traffic lights are for decoration and tourists only.
You must honk your horn at least five times a day – when leaving your house, when seeing a friend go the other way, whenever you see a pedestrian or bicycle, and especially when pulling away dead drunk at 3:00am to wake any sleeping children.
Other road rules are strictly for tourists or aboriginals as the police rarely stop anybody else, and then only for a friendly chat.
Condemn it? Well, why not!
I still condemn mice,ants and abseiling spiders. I also condemn husbands who fall out of doors and crack their ribs and cold viruses and rain clouds that don’t deliver and cross-lotto marbles that don’t have my numbers.
I condemn Queensland truck drivers on the New England. Scary bastards, and probably too wet behind the ears to ever have seen Duel.
Some more Armidale roiad rules:
If you see a disabled person walking along the footpath lean out car window and make rude two fingered or mimicking gesture, not forgetting to swear at them. If unable to do this, honk horn loudly.
If you see somebody trying to hitch-hike into town, slow down, stop a hundred yards in front of them, wait till they have nearly reached your car the drive away at slow speed.
Condemned.
“Thank you”/”Not a problem”. Ouch. That’s pretty dreadful, but it could be worse. In Los Angeles, when you say “Thank you” to the waitstaff, the proper reply seems to be “Uh-huh.” Even worse (I wonder if this disease has spread to Australia) is a waiter showing up in mid-meal to ask “How’s everything tasting?” What a strange, oddly personal/subjective question. I can tolerate “Everything good over here?”, but How’s it *tasting*? Using a gerund? (or is that a gerundive, can’t keep those straight). The worst part is it seems to be a directive from above to ask, part of some awful corporate script.
OK, so: a hit man with a conscience, a cop on the edge, and a warrior who’s just seen too damn much all walk into a bar. Before the stuttering bartender can ask what they want, they all see this incredibly beautiful girl sitting there, and they all fall in love. “Damn,” they say to each other, “now we’ll have to draw our ever-present guns (you’re only watching this banal movie because they all have guns) and shoot each other to see who gets the girl.”
“Boys! Stop!” the girl cries. “No need to fight over me! You see… I’m a hooker with a heart of gold!”
Just then two beautiful losers on the run from both the cops AND the mob (eh? eh?) run in with their suitcase full of stolen cocaine.
Then someone plays a John Cale song on the jukebox, just so we know it’s supposed to be hip. And some grizzled old actor shows up to lend it all cred. Not Tommy Lee Jones, though, the other guy.
Oscars ahoy!
I condemn the words ‘forward’ and ‘going’ for colluding together to put me out of work. What’s more is that i’m pretty sure this is a conspiracy that goes all the way to the top.
I also condemn myself for not speaking up earlier (like about 12 hours ago) when this may have been of some interest.
First they came for apostrophes and i didn’t speak up because i wasn’t a punctuation mark…
Pavlov’s reports: “– The narrow, hilly, winding road to Victor Harbor, fetchingly decorated with red and black road markers, little white crosses and roadside shrines, is there so you can see how fast your car will go, particularly when overtaking blind on a bend.”
We saw that road. We wondered at the numerous shrines. Do they appear on other roads, or does that just happen to be the worst road for fatal crashes in SA?? Or do all the worst drivers go there (by instinct) to die??
I condemn these local folkloric practices forever mysterious to the visitor, but await enlightenment.
Yes, yes and yes.
Paul Burns wrote:
I think there might be a sub species of Morlocks in Armidale that can only communicate via their car horn. One day, I shall decipher their mysterious language, only to learn they are saying “Hey, look at me!” over, and over, and over.
I condemn the horn honking morlocks and whoever is feeding the bastards, as clearly they haven’t the intelligence to forage for themselves.
Worse than Morlocks, DR. At least Morlocks can grunt.
Ambigulous @ 70 (and Dr Cat, but you’ve probably seen them) – there’s a fair few on the Main North Road as well. I see quite a lot on my way to work (behind Elizabeth) and even more whenever I go up to my Rural Retreat (paddock) at Robertstown to revel in the bucolic squalor that awaits me in retirement.
I condemn tacky crosses on the side of roads, even though I know this makes me look like a heartless bastard who doesn’t care about the pain of people mourning the deaths of their drunken children.
I condemn all those who think their city harbours the world’s worst drivers.
Nowhere in the world has polite drivers. Aside from Norwich and Levuka.
“I still condemn …abseiling spiders.”
You’d rather they just parachute in?
I also condemn established commentators fucking around with their net de plumes in the vague hope it’ll make ‘em appear younger, slimmer, less silverhaired and more virile.
You’ve never been to Bendigo, have you Nabs? The drivers there make Adelaide drivers look competent and courteous (which is hard). Well, they did thirty years ago, anyway. I doubt if things have improved.
I quite agree.
What he said.
I entirely disagree with your points of view and further, I think your arguments show serious personal deficiencies.
Is fiddling with your net-de-plume like pooping in your own nest? And do we have to dye our hair black?
Arseflange.
Arseflange, arseflange arseflange – arseflange arseflange arseflange – arseflange.
Arseflange arseflange:
ARSEFLANGE!!
That’s not the worst part.
Man, that’s typical of a muppet. Let Tigger do all the work.
[stabs self in eyes]
Don’t stab yourself in the eye! Let Bad Paintings of Barack Obama do the stabby for you!
Laura, that was cruel.
The faux-naif Mexican-looking one is really something, but I think my absolute favourite is the one with the red roses, the white stallion, the shirt open to the waist and all the little sparkles everywhere.
I took that stallion to be a unicorn PC.
Or is that thing part of the building in the background? Or just more sparkles?
I like Barry as Zaphod myself.
“Aaargh! Get this severed head of the ghost of Lincoln offa meeee!!!”
Oops, I have been immoderate. At risk of creating a logical vortex which consumes us all, will someone please unmoderate me?
I take it back anyway.
This one’s my fave. The Catholic style hagiography pose I get, the blue-green planet stapled to his third eye… ooo-kaaaay… but WTF? Bright blue veiny alien growths?
Good God.
(Does BO not trust the bridge?)
Thanks for clarifying the Victor Harbour Road field of crosses, PC and DI(nr). Victor Harbour = VG: 10/10, cannot do better.
I condemn news media that refer to road “accidents”. In Victoria some ABC news reports now use “crash” instead.
One word, Efdibi: Scanners.
I love the sparkly unicorn one too.
Also, Ambi, for reasons best known to those who named it, Victor Harbor does not have a U in it, presumably for the same reason (but who can say for sure) that the Labor Party does not have a U in it. I dont’ know whether there is any relation between these things and ‘There is no I in “team”‘, to which I usually reply that there is no U in “team” either. These things are sent to mystify us.
Re unicorn, yes of course it is. I was blind but now I see. Do unicorns come in mare and stallion varieties, or do they transcend sex and gender?
I’d say unicorn are transcendent creatures. But, I’m not so sure this is one. I can’t quite see the horn. Anyway, the roses are lovely.
FDB wrote:
That’s not Zaphod, it’s BO getting a UFIA.
I thought of the scene in Keating! The Musical where PJK’s singing to Hewson that he wants to “do you slowly / roly poly / turn you inside out and round about / wrap you up like a cannoli”…
I only wrote that it was a unicorn because it should be one. Probably it’s not. I didn’t look closely enough.
Well, there’s definitely something there. If I were certain it was a unicorn, it would automatically and instantly become not-a-unicorn.*
It’s certainty itself which has led to the parlous relationship between unicorns and existence. When will humans learn?
*except in my dreams of course. But I hardly need to tell any of you learned folk that!
Either way it’s a very remarkable painting and reminds me of the huge portrait of Elvis at Graceland http://bomardragracing.com/Elvis/ElvisPainting.jpg
Look closer, Laura.
I condemn the centre rear seat of Toyota RAV-4 vehicles — especially when having to go for a three-hour-long highway drive when sitting in one. Actually, none of the seats in a RAV-4 are really of any use for sitting on.
I also condemn the sensors in modern car passenger seats that cause a warning beep if the seat-belt isn’t done up, as I then have to put my camera bag in the boot, where it’s rather hard to get to from the driver’s seat.
And Singtel Optus for their expensive wireless “broadband” service that connects to the ‘net at 56.6 kilobytes per second.
Thanks Pav. Victor Harbor, OK.
Mowing the lawns there: Victa or Victor? Does VH ever harbour escapees? Is the Victour a bicycle race around Victouria? Then there’s the maginificent wedding-cake Victor Emmanuel in Roma. Or did I misspell that too?
Errors R Us
Mystified R Me
Can’t be a unicorn, unless the artist is impugning the lineage of Malia and Sasha.
Hmm.
I feel I have not progressed – as a well-rounded human being – quite as far as I might have thought or liked, given the intricacies of human-unicorn relationships were the first thing that came to mind.
Nabacov @75, my spiders are all abseilers. However, I’m prepared to go the extra distance and condemn any and all parachuting spiders.
The red and black crosses are everywhere on SA’s roadsides. There’s a collection just outside Millicent where 7 died in one accident. I think we should export the idea to other states and countries or sell franchises. We’d be rich I tell you.
I thought Jenny (@60) was based in Newcastle, except that she didn’t mention the ‘Newcastle stop’, which of course isn’t one when people come to either a give way or stop sign. I, predictably, condemn the Newcastle stop and while I’m at it I condemn all those people, perhaps its the majority of drivers, who don’t use their indicators properly.
Dammit, I missed the whole meme-o.
And I thought it was only Brisbane drivers who indicated lane-changes via telepathy.
More worthy of condemnation are those who use the left to indicate that they’re turning right (and vice-versa).
Nabakov, blush, sorry I spelled your name wrong. I condemn myself for spelling mistakes.
terangeree, they might suffer from dyslexia and not be able to tell their right from their left. I condemn dyslexia and all its hangers-on.
I condemn the ABC for not delivering on its promises. An announcer interrupted the tedium of the cricket to claim – “We’ll be giving you a wrap during lunch”
Well mine never arrived.
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Fascinating. Cyrillic spam directed specifically at Margot.